Horse Girl, Your Friend is Fighting Her Way Out of the Horse Racing Track

[Tama area, Tokyo and surrounding areas of Fuchu City]

Today's weather: Cloudy turning to heavy rain.

[Warning: Due to the influence of a rapidly developing low-pressure front, localized thunderstorms and strong winds are expected in the afternoon. Please be aware of rising river levels and landslides. Exercise extreme caution when engaging in outdoor activities; it is recommended to avoid going out unless absolutely necessary.]

A line of glaring red warning words flashed on the screen.

It seems the weather isn't very good today...

Poetry and wine lowered their eyelids, and the black horse ears on their heads trembled slightly before drooping down.

These are small, unconscious actions she makes when she's feeling down.

"...low pressure..."

She murmured to herself.

"Wasn't it said that I only have a heart defect? ​​Why am I reacting to this kind of weather now..."

Poetry and Wine unconsciously raised their free hand and pressed it against their left chest.

Through the thin fabric of her pajamas, she could clearly feel that her heart, which should have been beating normally, was now beating at a strange rhythm.

Each pulse carried a faint, dull pain.

From the moment you open your eyes in the morning.

For some reason, a dull ache, as if an invisible hand were gripping my heart, has never disappeared.

The hand wasn't clenching tightly, but it refused to let go.

He held her so tightly, almost too close, that each breath required extra effort from her.

'Hmm? Eh~'

What is going on here?

Poetry and Wine frowned and pressed hard on his chest a few times, trying to dissipate the dull pain.

However, it was to no avail.

The feeling of being restrained became even clearer because of her movements.

Perhaps we should call Diamond Treasure right now.

Poetry and wine troubled him.

Long, slender fingers had already found a familiar name in the contacts list—

"Did the pony with the reed-haired plumage not die from swimming?"

It was followed by a string of emojis that guy had set himself.

Ok…

Cancel your trip using irrefutable reasons such as "bad weather" or "feeling unwell".

This is the most rational choice right now.

but…

Before she could make a decision, her phone screen vibrated and a new message popped up.

"Little Jiu! I'm already at the school gate! (◎o◎)/"

"Look! It hasn't rained yet, we're so lucky!"

"I brought a picnic blanket for two, and the special bento box we agreed on the other day! Today's main dish is grilled salmon with seasonal vegetables—I guarantee it'll be delicious!"

This was followed by a selfie.

In the photo, Lingzuan Qibao is carrying a large hiking backpack that is even wider than herself, standing under a gray sky.

The huge bag bulged out of her pocket, making her look even smaller and almost as if she were about to be crushed.

But the smile on her face was incredibly bright.

Its light green eyes curved into crescent shapes, its silver-gray ears stood up high, and its tail swished happily behind it.

Looking at the bright smiling face of that horse girl with the goatee.

Poetry and wine—his fingers hovered over the dial pad for a long time.

His fingers trembled slightly, engaged in a silent tug-of-war.

In the end, the hands of poetry and wine drooped limply.

Diamond Treasure must have gotten up really early to make today's bento, right?

That lazybones must have prepared for a long time for this trip with only two people, right?

Poetry and wine remind me of last night.

After training, that guy, unusually, didn't drag me to the cafeteria for lunch.

Instead, he mysteriously said, "I have something important to prepare," and then dashed back to his dormitory.

I found it strange at the time.

"...It's nearby."

Poetry and wine murmured softly, a hint of wavering flashing in his deep black eyes.

She found an excuse to reassure herself.

“That’s the woodland where students usually go camping to relax, and it’s only a 70-minute walk from the school.”

The blue and white figure being pursued is called Miracle: Chapter 76 Activation

"If it really rains, just take a taxi back immediately."

Poetry and Wine turned around and walked towards the bedside table.

"As long as we're careful, there shouldn't be any problems..."

Poetry and Wine opened the drawer and took out a white medicine bottle.

The plastic bottle has a label from a major hospital on it.

The bottle cap is a bit old, with slight wear marks on the edges.

Wow, this is clearly a bottle of frequently used medicine.

Poetry and Wine unscrewed the bottle cap, skillfully poured out two small white pills, and swallowed them dry.

The pill left a dry, astringent sensation as it scraped down my throat.

This is what Poetry and Wine found in their drawer in their room.

Based on the original memory of poetry and wine... it should be for pain relief?

I don't know if it will be effective for pain in the heart area.

I think it's called something like... aspirin?

Poetry and Wine held the medicine bottle up to their eyes, carefully examining the label on it.

The white bottle is printed with the words "Acetylsalicylic Acid Tablets" in small print, with a smaller line of instructions for use and dosage below.

However, those professional medical terms were completely incomprehensible to her.

I don't understand any of it.

'Oh well, I've already eaten it.'

Poetry and Wine casually tossed the medicine bottle back into the drawer with a dull thud.

Miss Lima's poverty and limited knowledge in her previous life resulted in her extreme lack of basic medical knowledge.

Back then, when I got sick, I just endured it.

If you really can't stand it anymore, go to the pharmacy and buy the cheapest cold medicine.

They wouldn't care at all about warnings like "Aspirin should not be taken on an empty stomach" or "Use with caution if you have heart disease."

They don't even know that painkillers shouldn't be taken casually.

Poetry and Wine took a deep breath, trying to let the dull pain dissipate with each breath.

Then she perked up, walked to the clothes rack, and picked up a dark gray windbreaker hanging on the outside.

Today's gifts were all from Poetry and Wine, which I specially bought online this Tuesday.

"We can't let her down."

Poetry and wine were on his mind as he put on his windbreaker.

after a while.

The main gate of Treson Academy.

The sturdy arched iron gate stood out silently against the gray sky.

The usually cheerful students seemed to be hiding in their dormitories today, frightened by the weather.

Only one small figure stood at the huge school gate.

"Awaited."

The moment the figures of Poetry and Wine appeared at the school gate, Lingzuan Qibao's eyes lit up instantly.

Starlight seemed to dance in its light green eyes, and its silver-gray ruffled ears stood up with a "whoosh".

The ponytail swayed excitedly from side to side.

Good morning, Xiao Jiu!

Diamond Treasure quickly came to greet them.

An oversized hiking backpack swayed behind her, making soft clattering sounds as the contents clattered together.

Wow, this outfit suits you really!

She circled around the poetry and wine, her light green eyes taking in the other person's smart outdoor attire.

Wearing black sunglasses, a dark gray windbreaker, black sweatpants, and non-slip hiking boots.

Poetry and Wine's long, flowing black hair, mixed with white, was simply tied into a low ponytail today.

Diamond Treasure nodded in satisfaction and gave a thumbs up.

"Ten out of ten! Perfect score! Cool!"

Upon hearing this, Poetry and Wine subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

'Luckily, I checked online beforehand.'

After speaking, Lingzuan Qibao's hand unconsciously reached for a small pocket on the side of her backpack.

The pocket was bulging and carefully tied with a light blue ribbon.

It stood in stark contrast to other pockets that were haphazardly stuffed with miscellaneous items.

It's obvious that it contains something that's being treated specially.

Diamond Treasure's fingers lingered on the edge of the pocket for a moment, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something.

But the next second, she seemed to change her mind and withdrew her hand, her silver-gray horse ears swaying slightly.

"Hehe, let's go! Let's go before the rain starts!"

Poetry and Wine noticed her strange little movement, their gaze lingering on the bag tied with a ribbon for an extra second.

But she didn't ask any further questions.

"Wait a moment."

Poetry and wine did not set off immediately.

She looked up and gazed at the increasingly gloomy sky above her through her dark sunglasses.

The clouds seemed to have dropped even lower than before, now tinged with black.

On the distant horizon, lightning could be faintly seen silently traversing through the clouds.

The air was incredibly humid, and every breath smelled sticky.